I talk a lot about how a lot of problems trans people face are similar or the same to cis people's problems. And I think it's true. And kind of encouraging. We're not freaks, we're not that different. We just have a more difficult starting point. Our problems are often qualitatively the same, just with a... multiplier.

That being said, I fucking hate hate HATE the way cis people tend to try to "relate" to my feelings and struggles on the occasions that I do share those.

I swear to Goddess, when I talk about my voice dysphoria, when I hear "that's normal, everyone hates hearing recordings of their voice", I am so fucking tempted to smile my most pleasant smile and say, in a cheerful and excited voice:

"Oooooh, you experienced that too? So you too have obsessively thought on many occasions if it would not be better to permanently remove your ability to speak? Did you also think about taking a razor blade and going to town until your vocal cords are gone? Or did you think about what kind and how much acid you could drip down there to make this happen but without actually killing yourself?

I mean, acid seems good because less visible neck scarring and people are going to comment on that. But is acid even realistically possible? I'm leaning towards acid still. Are you team acid too? We could be acid besties!"

I've never done that because that person would never come near me again, LMFAO. Heck, I'm probably gonna lose some Followers even from this CWed post.

But the temptation to watch them squirm is very strong.

"curiously", trans people do not tend to try to "relate" this way nearly as much.

Fucking cis people...

Blahajs are one of those Trans Things that just make me feel very alienated. One of those things that everyone, semi-jokingly or otherwise, likes and that I am so indifferent to.

I guess they join spinny skirts, programmer's socks and being a computer toucher on the list of Transfem Things that make me feel the dumbest possible kind of impostor syndrome xD

Which is in itself weird. All my life, I genuinely never understood the point of being Exactly Like Everyone Else as a tactic for conforming and a sense of belonging. I was, in fact, extremely hostile to the idea since I was a young teen.

With trans stuff, I did a near-complete 180. I don't even know why.

Humans designed and built a rocket capable of reaching the Moon and, much more impressively, going safely back over 50 years ago.

If you still think SpaceX's purpose is anything other than taking as much taxpayer money as possible and putting it into already rich people's pockets, you're an idiot and I don't even feel sorry for ya anymore.

https://social.skynetcloud.site/@jos1264/114708578517494792

While having coffee, I noticed "Fun Home" by Alison Bechdel on the coffee place's shelf. Started reading it.

It's so good. It's emotional, it's witty, it's funny but also... not? It's unique. It's like, so... lesbian even when just talking about stuff.

I'm in love with Bechdel's writing. It's a revelation to me.

For my #GEM / #TransGEM , here's sonething that hapened just several minutes back.

I'm on a forest walk. A lady riding a bike in my direction gendered me correctly. I'll note that i'm wearing a skirt, but also haven't shaved in two days and it shows.

When she saw me up close and/or heard my voice, she made what can only be desceibed as A Face, capital letters mandatory.

But - no takesies-backsies! Not that she did.

I loved her displeasure. Yes, I'm a petty bitch; what of it? xD